Real Leather

Open the door to him standing there "Have a seat in that leather chair" Scratching, sweating, tapping on the floor What did I even come here for? "How were you as a child? Were you weird? A nerd? Misunderstood? Were you a problem child? How tall are you? What does this picture remind you of?" Why would it matter anyway? I don't need to be saved Read between the white lines I'm dependent On this shit Wish I could quit But I'm stuck to the script The pills, they make me feel real They make me feel fake, make this go away All day, they shake and shake and shake Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest The white pills and white lies that they taught you About anti-depressants in high school Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest The white pills and white lies that they taught you About anti-depressants in high school Where's the lighter? Where's the lighter? Where's the... Where's the lighter? Where's the lighter? Fuck it Don't take out Your wisdom teeth and then ask me for advice I know your type; Predatory appetite, come take a bite Every doctor, every nurse, every therapist, every counselor Every time Leave me alone, I'm fine But they never fucking listen Why won't you fucking listen? High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it's not right I just want to feel normal High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it's not right I just want to feel something Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest The white pills and white lies that they taught you About anti-depressants in high school Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest The white pills and white lies that they taught you About anti-depressants in high school Dumb junkie dropout who gave up and copped out For sympathy and empathy is dead now She's better off underground No one remembers him now Just one more teen who went straight for plan B And picked death over his fucking family Pronounced dead at the scene Sucker with low self-esteem It rained in Philly today But it always rains in my head, radio Thom Yorke Tell him to cheer me up See, who gives a fuck? You really want to know what's on my mind? I want to die That was the longest walk home from my first session Don't ask me these questions, don't get the wrong impression I'm fine, I don't need a lesson, I hate this fucking school And this chair is uncomfortable